Vagabonda Reads

Bohemian in Thought and Deed . . .

Category Archives: Suspense

Chapter Reveal: Rebecca Shea’s Betrayed by Lies

Betrayed by Lies CR Banner

USA TODAY bestselling author Rebecca Shea brings you the third title in her thrilling and sexy romantic suspense Bound & Broken Series, BETRAYED BY LIES, releasing April 24, 2017. Don’t miss the amazing first chapter below! Pre-order BETRAYED BY LIES, and be sure to grab your copies of BROKEN BY LIES and BOUND BY LIES today! Fall into the deliciously dark world where the line between good and evil becomes blurred.

RSBetrayedbyLiesCover55x85_BW_HIGH-UPDATED (2)

 

About BETRAYED BY LIES:

From the USA Today bestselling author of the Unbreakable series, comes a sexy, heart-wrenching novel…Betrayed by Lies.

As an ATF agent, bringing down the Estrada cartel has been my sole mission. I’m a skilled agent, determined and fearless, but a relentless pursuit and a willingness to risk everything almost killed me.

A year later, when an opportunity in Los Angeles presents itself, I jump at the chance to start over and rebuild the career and life I almost lost.

Kate Stevens was not part of my new plan. I never expected she would be the one to save me from my past. She was exactly what I needed—smart, beautiful and independent. I finally have a future I look forward to.

Only nothing in my life ever goes according to plan. Losing Kate is not an option, but fate seems poised to ruin me, and there isn’t a damn thing I can do about it.

 


 

Pre-order BETRAYED BY LIES Today!

 

iBooks   Barnes and Noble   Kobo   GooglePlay


Amazon Live Release on April 24th!

 


 

CHAPTER ONE

Sam

I wake with a start, sitting straight up in my bed. Cool air fills my lungs when I gasp, pulling a deep breath in. My eyes slowly adjust to the dark room, and I rub the sweat from my forehead before swinging my feet over the edge of the bed and resting my arms on my knees. The dream is always the same, the piercing pain of the bullets hitting my flesh…and the fear of dying, scared and alone.

An exaggerated huff leaves my mouth when I see the alarm clock on the bedside table. It reads four-ten in the morning. That puts three hours and twenty minutes of sleep under my belt. It’s the longest I’ve slept since I arrived in Los Angeles three days ago.

I’m used to surviving on very little sleep, but the nightmares of that night are back and making it more difficult to find rest. I push myself out of bed and throw on a pair of athletic shorts and t-shirt. Grabbing my phone and hotel room key, I head to the gym. With no one else up this early, I play music directly from my phone while watching CNN with subtitles as I get my daily seven-mile run in.

I like running outdoors better, but it’s easier to use the gym and treadmill here at the hotel. My phone pings with incoming texts, but I focus on my run. The burn in my lungs relieves the stress in my shoulders. Sweat coats my skin and drips from my nose as I increase my speed—pushing myself harder. The treadmill roars as I increase the speed yet again, and my heart pounds wildly against my ribcage as my lungs fight for air.

Pain—it’s the only way I know I’m alive.

Pain in my chest. My mind. My body.

The treadmill slows just as my phone pings again, multiple times, alerting me to more incoming text messages—messages that I ignore. I’ve got three days’ worth waiting for a response, and I’m in no hurry to get to them. Transferring to the ATF offices in Los Angeles makes for an easy reason to avoid everyone and everything. Avoidance is what I do best.

I grab a bottle of water and return to my room for a shower before heading into my new office. New office. New job. New city. New state. New life.

A chance to start over. A chance to leave the past where it belongs…in the past. I pull a suit out of the closet and turn on the shower to let the water warm up.

Raking my hands over my face, I do my best to shove the events of last year to the back of my mind, but the life goes out of my eyes when I see the scars scattered across my chest. They’re a constant reminder of the day I lost almost everything…including my life.

Standing in front of the mirror, I run my hand up over my chest and shoulder, my fingertips brushing the smooth surface of the scars spread across the left side of my chest. I ball my hands tightly and release, repeating two more times, a coping mechanism my physical therapist taught me to deal with my anger.

I step into the shower and let the hot water ease my tension. My neck, shoulders, and back instantly begin to relax, and I allow my mind to let go at the same time. “New beginnings,” I mumble to myself as the shower cleanses me of my anger, a baptism of sorts.

I dress and am out the door in less than thirty minutes, easing my car onto the bumper-to-bumper packed L.A. freeway. A commute that would take me less than ten minutes in Phoenix takes me damn near forty-five. I find a covered parking spot just as my phone begins to ring. A number I don’t recognize flashes on the screen, and I decline the call. I don’t have the time nor patience to deal with unknown callers. Gathering my suit coat and phone, I find my way to the main entrance, using the security badge that was sent to me prior to my arrival to allow me entrance into the building.

My phone begins ringing again just as I’m weaving my way through the lobby and headed to the elevators. Same number. This time I press accept and answer. Before I even speak, the female voice on the other end catches me off guard.

“Oh my god, I didn’t expect you to answer.” She pauses. “I was leaving a voice mail and my call dropped so I was just calling back to finish the message.” I hear her sigh. “This is Kate Stevens. Nick Stevens sister. He gave me your number.” Nick Stevens, my new boss. “He mentioned that you might need a place to rent. I have a guesthouse he thought would be perfect for you, and he asked me to call you. I’m sorry if this caught you off guard. He said he was going to speak with you.” She finally stops speaking so I can get a word in.

“Hello, Kate. Nick didn’t mention this to me.”

I hear her sigh loudly. “He’s the most unorganized human being alive,” she mumbles, and I can’t help but chuckle. I’ve met the guy three times, and she’s right from my observation as well. “I’m so sorry to have called you,” she apologizes.

“Don’t be. I’d love to check out the place. I got here Friday, and I’ve been staying in a hotel while I look for something more permanent—”

“Don’t feel obligated,” she cuts me off.

“I don’t,” I answer her honestly. “I’m mainly looking for something not too far from the office and just somewhere to lay my head. Nothing fancy. I won’t be around much because all I ever do is work.”

“Sounds like Nick,” she says with a small laugh. “You’re welcome to check out the house anytime. It’s close to your office, but it’s a little off the beaten path near the foothills. Either call or text me, and we’ll schedule a time for you to stop by, or have Nick show it to you anytime. He knows where I hide the spare key. I’m also not home often so coordinating our schedules might be tough.”

I hear a horn honk in the background as she mutters a string of curse words worthy of an R-rating, and I can’t help but laugh. “That sounds great. Thanks for calling, Kate.”

She ends the call without another word, and I’m left standing in the lobby of my new office, laughing.

The morning is spent being briefed on projects that the team is working on and investigating. I’ll be taking over a case that my predecessor left when he was promoted to a position in Washington D.C., as well as anything new that comes in.

There’s a quick knock on my doorjamb before Nick sticks his head in my office. “You got any lunch plans?”

“Not today,” I toss over my shoulder as I close the folder on my desk.

“Let’s go grab a quick bite. I need to get the hell out of this office.” He loosens the tie around his neck. Nick is about my height and build, probably a few years older than me, California born and raised, and started in the San Diego field office. Worked his way up to Los Angeles and plans to retire here.

I grab my phone and slide it into the pocket of my suit jacket.

“How’s the first day treating you?” he asks as we weave through cubicles lining the rectangular office floor outside our offices.

“Good. Just briefing myself on the Navarro case.”

“We’ve been working on that for years,” he grumbles. “Hoping you can close the deal on that one.” His car beeps as we approach and he unlocks the doors. “Hey,” he buckles himself in and starts the car. “You do great work. I heard how you took down the Estrada cartel.” He slides his sunglasses on his face.

My heart races as I wonder how much he knows—if he’s aware the Estradas are my family. It was well known in the Phoenix office, but I’m not sure how much Los Angeles knows about my ‘family’ history. I nod but don’t say anything.

“You’re the best of the best, which is why you’re going to take down Navarro,” he continues as we take off down the road. “It was easy for me to approve the transfer request.”

“Thanks.” I offer a tight smile and turn to look out the passenger window.

“I’m excited for you to kick ass here in L.A. So why the hell did you want to leave Phoenix anyway? There’s so much shit going on in that office, you must’ve had years of work still.”

I blow a puff of air from my mouth. “My injuries—”

“Shit, I forgot about that. Sorry, continue.” He winces as I continue.

“My injuries fully healed with time and physical therapy, and I wrapped up the cases I was working on.” I look at him out of the corner of my eye to gauge his response. He raps his thumb against the steering wheel and nods his head slowly. “And it just felt like it was a good time to start fresh. Start over with a clean slate.”

He turns his head to look at me. “I cannot tell you how lucky we are to have you here in Los Angeles. I hope you’re fully prepared to kick ass and take names.”

I can’t help but smile, appreciating the vote of confidence.

***

As the day winds down and the office empties, I find myself wrapped up in the case file on my desk, familiarizing myself with all the key players, the locations where the guns are being held, and the evidence that we have to date, along with notes on what we still need to document.

Nick doesn’t knock when he enters my office this time, rather throwing himself into the chair across my desk with an exaggerated sigh.

“What’s the sigh for?” I ask him as I tuck the case file into my bag. I’ll finish combing through the remaining details tonight and make my own notes. I have a system for how I set up my case folders, and I need to rework all of these.

“Just a Monday,” he states, looking around my bare office. “You going to decorate or something? Throw a poster on the wall?” He waves his hand around, gesturing to the stark gray walls.

“Decorate? No. I do have some awards and diplomas I’ll hang once they arrive. They’re being sent from Phoenix.”

He nods, content with that answer.

I clear my throat. “Speaking of decorating, I got a call from Kate.” I raise my eyebrows and sit back in my desk chair. “She said something about having a guesthouse to rent. Were you going to tell me she was going to call?”

“I did. I sent you a text on Saturday.” He relaxes in his chair and props a foot on his opposite knee.  I really need to stop ignoring my messages. He continues, “I stopped by to see her this weekend and forgot she had that guesthouse. Immediately thought of you when I saw it.”

“Thanks. I need to find some time to check it out. Living out of a hotel room is less than ideal.” I reach over and power down my laptop.

“Let’s go now. It’s just down the road a few miles. I know where she keeps the spare key if she’s not there.”

“She also mentioned that,” I laugh.

“Grab your shit and let’s go. You can follow me there.” He jumps up from the chair and quickly pulls his tie off. Nick looks more like an outdoorsman than a senior agent with the ATF. He looks uncomfortable in a suit. I see him more as the park ranger type, running around in cargos and hiking boots.

I follow suit, loosening my tie as I follow him to our cars.

A few miles is more like fifteen, and about half of those miles are in bumper-to-bumper L.A. traffic. Something that I’m not sure I’ll ever adjust to. Once we exit the freeway, we wind through gorgeous neighborhoods all the way back to the base of the foothills. I would never in a million years guess the house we pull up to is a house in a suburb of Los Angeles. It sits on what I assume is about an acre of lush green land with neighbors spread out down a long secluded, tree-lined street. The ranch style house is simple yet modern with an updated exterior, wood shutters, and wrought iron accessories.

“Not a bad drive, eh,” Nick says as we both step out of our cars in the driveway. “I should say for L.A. standards. If your commute is under an hour, you’re pretty much living the life,” he laughs.

It really wasn’t a bad commute. I eyeball the watch on my wrist and the drive was just under thirty minutes. Nick reaches inside a hanging planter that swings from the covered front porch and pulls out a key. He waves me toward the side of the house where a brick sidewalk snakes around to the guesthouse that sits just off the main house. It looks exactly like the main house, just slightly smaller.

“This is it,” he says, sliding the key into the front door. “One bedroom, a small office slash library, kitchen, living room, and one and a half baths.”

We step inside. It’s obviously been remodeled recently. The smell of fresh paint hits me as I walk deeper into the house. Everything is brand new, sleek, and modern. Bright white trim and doors offset light gray walls. A dark wood floor makes the bright white kitchen pop against the stainless steel appliances.

“The only thing that’s missing is a washer and dryer. She said she’d order those once she leased the house. The laundry room is off the back.” He points to a door off the kitchen. “It’s a large pantry and a laundry room.”

I’m impressed with what I’ve seen thus far. I walk through the open living room and down the hall to the bedroom. It’s large and bright with one wall of windows that start near the ceiling and stretch about three quarters of the way down the wall. Long, dark gray curtains hang to each side of the paneled windows that overlooks more of the lush backyard. There’s a single French door that leads to a small brick patio off the master bedroom, and a table and chairs sit out there. In the middle of the table is a fire pit. I instantly imagine myself relaxing around this table with a beer after a long day at the office.

I head back down the hallway where I stop and peek my head in the office. It’s got two glass French doors that lead into the square room. One entire wall has built in bookshelves and a built in desk. It’s the perfect home office.

I scan the living room and kitchen again and make note that my dark furniture will fit perfectly in the space and complements the gray and white theme throughout. This might be the easiest decision I’ve made since deciding to move to Los Angeles.

Nick steps out front while I take one last look around, making mental notes of the space and things I’ll need shipped from Phoenix.

After we step outside and Nick locks the door, I hear him shuffling behind me on the brick walkway. “So what do you think?”

“Perfect. It’s everything I was looking for,” I say as I spin around and am met face-to-face with the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen. I stumble momentarily because, for half a second, those words mean so much more than just the house I was looking at.

“I’m Kate,” she says, her voice strong and secure. She holds her hand out to shake mine. She’s tall with light brown hair that hangs just past her shoulders, and she’s wearing a navy blue dress and heels that put her at almost my six-foot-two. Confident. She’s confident. I can read a woman by the way she carries herself, the tone of her voice, and what she wears.

I take her hand in mine and smile. “Sam. Sam Cortez. I’ll take it.” Again, those words mean so much more than just the house.

Her lips turn into a half smile, and she holds eye contact with me. She licks her lips and tilts her head before glancing over to Nick and then back to me. “Nice to meet you, Sam Cortez. Welcome home.”

And my heart begins to beat again for the first time in eighteen months.

 


 

And don’t miss the first two books in the Bound & Broken Series!

 

RSBrokenbyLiesCover55x85_BW_HIGH-UPDATED

 

BROKEN BY LIES

Amazon | Barnes & Noble | iBooks | Kobo | Google Play

 

RSBoundbyLiesCover55x85_BW_HIGH-UPDATED

 

BOUND BY LIES

Amazon | Barnes & Noble | iBooks | Kobo | Google Play

 


 

ABOUT REBECCA SHEA

1P0A8953Rebecca Shea is the USA Today Bestselling author of the Unbreakable series (Unbreakable, Undone, and Unforgiven) and the Bound and Broken series (Broken by Lies and Bound by Lies). She lives in Phoenix, Arizona with her family. From the time Rebecca could read she has had a passion for books. Rebecca spends her days working and her nights writing, bringing stories to life. Born and raised in Minnesota, Rebecca moved to Arizona in 1999 to escape the bitter winters. When not working or writing, she can be found on the sidelines of her sons’ football games, or watching her daughter at ballet class. Rebecca is fueled by insane amounts of coffee, margaritas, Laffy Taffy (except the banana ones), and happily ever afters.

 

Website | Facebook | Twitter |Instagram | Goodreads

 

 

InkSlinger PR - blogger banner

Release Day Review: Hot Addiction by Lynn Raye Harris

Hot Addiction Now Live FB

Hot Addiction - Release

═══════════════════

Hot Addiction - About the book

HotAddiction_800x1200 First glance into Hot Addiction by Lynn Raye Harris.

Five years ago…

Dexter Davidson checked his watch for the thousandth time that morning. It was nearing noon and his bride-to-be was over an hour late. His father stood in the chancel, his rented tuxedo making him appear distinguished and genteel rather than rough and worn like the farmer he was. But the look on his face was what killed Dex the most. It was one of pity and a growing resignation.

“Fuck this,” Dex growled as he clenched his jaw tight and walked down the aisle, between the rows of pews where the guests waited for the ceremony to start. The chapel doors were open to the outside because it was springtime and warm. But it was also raining. A soft, gentle rain, but rain nonetheless.

Perhaps the rain had caused a delay. Dex stood in the open door and took his phone from his pocket. Annabelle still hadn’t answered his texts. He sent another one, just in case, and felt his heart shrivel just a little bit more when no answer came.

He tried calling but it went to voicemail without even ringing. “Belle,” he said, his throat tight and his eyes stinging, “where are you, baby? I’m worried. Please let me know you’re safe. If you’ve changed your mind, it’s okay. Just let me know.”

It wasn’t okay if she’d changed her mind, but what else could he say? Annabelle Quinn had been his girl for the past four years. He’d fallen madly in love with her in an instant. He’d known her most of his life, had ignored her for much of it because she was his little sister’s best friend, but one day, pow!, she’d smiled at him the way she had a million times before—and he was done for. He’d been hers from that moment forward.

And now they were supposed to be getting married. He’d come home on leave from the Army at Christmas and asked her to marry him. She’d said yes. She and his sister had planned everything while he went back to Afghanistan and did his best to stay alive. He didn’t know how long he stood there before he felt a presence beside him.

“I’m sorry, Dex.” Katie put a hand on his arm. “She’s not coming.”

 

– REVIEW –

 

“You always have a choice, Annabelle. You made yours and it ruined us both. It’s too late to change that.”

Dex Davidson

Hot Addiction

Kindle Loc. 1082 of 3431

Aw Dex —  you know you don’t believe that . . . .

Five years after Dexter (Dex) Davidson found himself left alone at the altar, the woman who jilted him reappears in his life to ask for his help. Annabelle (Belle) Quinn-Archer is desperate. Now a widow, her late husband, Eric Archer was killed when he tried to con a Russian operative into buying flawed surveillance technology. Belle, unaware of her abusive husband’s treachery, discovers the depths of Eric’s shady dealings when she receives a phone call informing her she’ll be dead within twenty-four hours unless she returns the millions Eric scammed.

Dex, a member of the Alpha Squad of an elite black-ops counterterrorism team known as the Hostile Operations Team (HOT), discovers that Belle is indeed an innocent victim caught up in a web of international intrigue. The HOT operative steps up to help his ex with a silent vow to himself that Belle won’t get a second chance to rip his heart in two. But before Dex has the chance to steel that wounded heart, Belle receives a nightmarish call informing her that her daughter is being held hostage. Four year old Charlotte, her babysitter along with the babysitter’s daughter are at the mercy of ex-KGB operative Dimitri Leonov.  Their fate hangs on Belle’s ability to discover the location of the millions of dollars Eric stashed into a secret bank account. As they frantically race to save the hostages from Leonov, Dex and Belle are forced to face the painful and surprising truths that have defined the past five years of their lives.

Hot Addiction is the latest installment in author Lynn Raye Harris’ wildly successful Hostile Operations Team series, and boy, what a book to pop my HOT cherry!  A stand alone novel, Hot Addiction is the tenth offering in HOT series, but you do not have to be familiar with the series to fully enjoy this book.

Written with an urgency that will keep the reader glued to the page, author Harris weaves a dramatic plot full of desire, espionage and intrigue. Dex and Belle are solid and sympathetic characters, and their chemistry rings true and unforced. The plot, while intricate, does not confuse. While the pacing of the story is set at a breathless and often breakneck speed, it still maintains a very even flow. (Major kudos to Harris as this story evolves over a timeframe of only a few days.) Secondary characters from the HOT series appear, and add rather than detract from the plot. Minor storylines are teased, as is par for a series, but the major storyline is absolutely solid and well-crafted.

An action-packed thriller wrapped around the hazy steam of a second chance romance, Hot Addiction is a terrific read. Well done, Lynn Raye Harris!

 

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️1/2

*ARC received courtesy of the author via The Next Step PR in exchange for an honest review*

 

 

Hot Addiction - Purchase today

amazonbarnes-and-nobleitunes 1Kobo 1

Add to Goodreads button

Hot Addiction - teasers

RELEASE DAY 2 Hot Addiction Teaser 4

RELEASE DAY 1 Hot Addiction Teaser 2

═══════════════════

Hot Addiction Giveaway

Make sure to head over to the Author’s LIKE page on Facebook.

She will be doing an amazing release day giveaway for all readers!

═══════════════════

Hot Addiction - About the author

Lynn Raye Harris is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of the HOSTILE OPERATIONS TEAM SERIES of military romances as well as 20 books for Harlequin Presents. A former finalist for the Romance Writers of America’s Golden Heart Award and the National Readers Choice Award, Lynn lives in Alabama with her handsome former military husband, two crazy cats, and one spoiled American Saddlebred horse. Lynn’s books have been called “exceptional and emotional,” “intense,” and “sizzling.” Lynn’s books have sold over 3 million copies worldwide.

You can learn more at her website, http://www.LynnRayeHarris.com, or come and visit her at her Facebook page: http://www.facebook.com/AuthorLynnRayeHarris. Lynn loves hearing from her readers! To sign up for Lynn’s newsletter–where you’ll be kept up to date about all of Lynn’s books–text the word HOTTIES to 66866 or go to http://lynnrayeharris.com/newsletter.

Hot Addiction - Connect

black icon-websiteblack icons-facebookblack icons-twitterblack icons -instagramblack icon - goodreadsamazonblack icon -newsletter

═══════════════════

fullsizeoutput_14b1

website goldfacebook goldtwitter goldinstagram goldPinterest goldyoutube goldgold label_newsletter

Sign up today!

Aleatha Romig’s Infidelity World Series: Incentive by Pam Godwin and Insider by Jillian Jacobs

 

infidelity world banner

 

The Infidelity Corporation will broker relationships—for a price. Their clients are exclusive and successful, their employees confidential and classified. Infidelity ensures that CEOs, politicians, and high-profile artists find love, with their friends and relatives none the wiser about how the happy couple met. But twists and turns abound in a world where old money, new money, and no money clash, from West Coast to East Coast and beyond. Enter Infidelity’s world of entrapment, betrayal, and deceit, where you decide whose relationship is real and whose is just an agreement.

 

 

Authors writing for Infidelity World include:

New York Times Bestselling author Pam Godwin, Ted Persinger, Lulu Astor, Rae Riley,

T.C. Winters, Donya Lynne,

A.D. Ellis, D.D. Lorenzo, and Jillian Jacobs. 

 

To learn more about these authors, their Infidelity World stories and Kindle Worlds.

JOIN THE FACEBOOK GROUP

 


 

Pam GodwinINCENTIVE by Pam Godwin, NY Times bestselling author

Desperate men do desperate things.

When Decker Gabrielli hits rock bottom, he accepts a job as a hired companion at Infidelity.

Surrendering a year of his life to a woman he’s never met might be the worst idea ever. But money, prestige, and sex are powerful incentives. That is, until the job becomes more than a contractual agreement.

Hard limits are breached, panties are shredded, and rules are broken.

In the end, his secret to getting ahead is…her.

 

– REVIEW –

 

“Bad shit happens to everyone. We all hurt. We all struggle. But only the strong will heal. Those who have support and patience and indomitable spirit.”

Decker to Laynee

Incentive

Kindle Loc. 1580 of 2848

Let me say this right at the start —   Pam Godwin’s Incentive (her offering in Aleatha Romig’s outstanding Infidelity World series) is one of the best books I’ve read this year to date.

Decker Gabrielle, 28, finds himself living day-to-day after a business deal goes bad in the worst way.  Although not the actual perpetrator of the crimes that leave him destitute, Decker has committed himself to making reparations to those who suffered at the hands of his former business partner. Decker is a rare gem — not only is he gorgeous, but he has character — he has integrity. Decker is the real deal, and that’s what makes him an ideal candidate for employment by the Infidelity Corporation.

Infidelity is an uber-private company that provides discrete, specialized relationship services for the wealthy and powerful of society. When approached by a member of Infidelity, initially Decker is skeptical of the job offer — it seems to good to be true. All he needs to do is to enter into an exclusive one-year relationship with a member selected by Infidelity, and he’ll be flush with cash, and perhaps on his way to redeeming his name in the business world. (It really does sound too good to be true, doesn’t it?)

Enter Laynee Somerset. Born of Hollywood royalty, and considered the premier actress of her day, Laynee, now 40 years old — ancient by film industry standards — is truly one of the walking wounded.  Like Decker, Laynee has been betrayed in a horrendous way, and they both are victims of misplaced trust.

Initially both Decker and Laynee are in disbelief that Infidelity paired them up — there must be some error. These two seem to be constantly at each other throats, literally and figuratively. But as Decker and Laynee grow to trust one another, secrets are revealed and wounds begin to heal. Maybe Infidelity wasn’t wrong after all.

Incentive is an engrossing story, full of well written characters and a plot line that will mesmerize the reader. This is adult reading, containing themes (among others) of abuse and sexual situations (M/F, M/M/F), but do not let that deter you from this book.  Author Godwin’s writing is fluid and tight, and with not one superfluous characters or an ounce of filler, I found Incentive an absolute pleasure to read.

 

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

*ARC received from author via InkslingerPR in exchange for an honest review.*

Incentive Pam Godwin – http://amzn.to/2naJVZz

 

 

Ted PersingerMANOR by Ted Persinger

In Antebellum Savannah, young Sarah Montague inherits control of a manor and plantation, after her husband is commissioned in the Confederate army and leaves to prosecute the war. She finds herself faced with decisions she never could have imagined. But her troubles multiply when the Union army first burns nearby Atlanta to the ground, then Sherman’s March to the Sea takes them to Savannah. She has to overcome trials she was never prepared for. Her husband fails to return when the city is besieged, and she’s required to quarter a Union general, a man with dark secrets. Left alone, she must find within herself the strength to do what is right.

Manor explores the choices and fortunes Sarah must overcome. Is she strong enough, or will these forces break her? As her new country disintegrates, she must do what is right for her and those she loves. Will she have the strength?

Manor is a novella in the Infidelity Kindle World of Aleatha Romig, and is a prequel to that series.

 

Manor Ted Persinger – http://amzn.to/2naD9CU

 

Rae RileySACRIFICE by Rae Riley

Chelsea Moore took the deal and signed the agreement. She was supposed to be assigned to a lobbyist. He was supposed to a stranger. Of course, life doesn’t usually go the way it is supposed to go.

Instead of spending a year of her life investigating a stranger, Chelsea is stuck. Her new client isn’t a stranger. It’s her best friend’s ex-boyfriend. He is the son of the devil and she is the sacrificial lamb.

To escape his entrapment, Chelsea will have to be cunning, use deception, and commit to a year of fidelity. Most importantly, she will have to convince her best friend that it wasn’t a betrayal – it was a sacrifice.

 

Sacrifice Rae Riley – http://amzn.to/2nqVHB1

 

 

TC WintersINHERITANCE by T.C.Winters

Renowned artist Dante Costello’s carefree lifestyle is shattered by his father’s brutal murder.

Although his mafia family is suspect, when he confronts the person he believes is responsible, the man is executed right before his eyes.

In a bizarre twist, his younger sister is arrested for their father’s murder, and Dante is ordered to locate a priceless stolen painting to exonerate her.

During his search, Dante investigates the family business and is devastated to discover his father’s legitimate lifestyle was only an illusion.

As the hunt turns deadly, Dante must race against time to protect everyone he loves.

 

Inheritance TC Winters – http://amzn.to/2nqZMp0

 

 

 

A.D. EllisDEVOTED by A. D. Ellis

Kyle Matthews and Adam Jeffries have a terrific relationship, fabulous friends, and plans for the perfect wedding and honeymoon.

When their plans are derailed, a mysterious stranger comes to their rescue. Yet even with their honeymoon back on track, Kyle and Adam face doubts, hostility, and opposition.

Is their mutual devotion strong enough to save their marriage? Or will the bitter malice awaiting them be the beginning of the end?

**This is a male/male romance meant for ages 18+ due to adult material.**

Devoted A.d. Ellis – http://amzn.to/2nqQNEl

 

 

Donya LynnSUSPICION by Donya Lynne

My name is Max.

I’m a con man. A good one, too. One of the best.

But I’m tired of looking over my shoulder, waiting for my luck to run out. So I’m making a career change into the world of professional poker. Which is why I’m in Vegas. There’s a huge Texas Hold’em tournament at the Rio, and I’m going to win it.

My best friend and business partner, Shaun, isn’t happy with my decision to go legit. He says he brought me into the con game and that I owe him. He’s even willing to blackmail me to keep me under his thumb.

I don’t respond well to blackmail, so this isn’t going to work out the way Shaun wants.

Then there’s the girl. Disarming eyes, innocent smile, long legs. Nash came out of nowhere and filled a void in my unworthy heart I only recently realized existed. She’s trying to make a fresh start, too. Maybe together, she and I can create a new beginning and leave our crap pasts behind.

I’ll admit I’d fallen hard for this girl.

Harder than I’ve ever fallen, and probably harder than I should have.

Because I, more than anyone, should know how easy it is to fall for a con.

 

Suspicion is an Infidelity World novella about how things are always what they seem.

 

Suspicion Donya Lynne – http://amzn.to/2nMr7CS

 

 

Pageflex Persona [document: PRS0000039_00006]INDISCRETION by D. D. Lorenzo

Love is dispensable; companionship is critical.

Some words of wisdom that my father imparted to me. I never gave much thought to either. My only desire was to be my father’s well-bred heir. A true Southern gentleman who took what he wanted and paved the road to success with the spoils.

Hiding behind the curtain of gentility, I perfected my role.

Until desire tore it in two and I was left with the tattered remains.

 

Indiscretion DeeDee Lorenzo – http://amzn.to/2nMojG0

 

 

Lulu AstorILLEGITIMATE by Lulu Astors

Meet the new boss…

Luca Costello, heir apparent to the New York Costello organized-crime family, is a man committed to sin, both professionally and personally. He takes no prisoners and expects no quarter.

Gabriella Buchanan, a beautiful and determined Chicago attorney with family ties to Brooklyn is on her way up when her path accidentally crosses with this son of a major New York crime boss. One look at the sexy, sloe-eyed Luca and she is instantly conflicted. She’s never been so attracted to any man before but they’re on different sides of a dividing line: the law.

For Luca, it’s simple. He can take what he wants and what he wants is Gabriella. In a universe of what-ifs, one thing is certain: Gabriella will prove to be either his saving grace or his fall from grace. The only question is which one it will be.

 

Illegitimate Lulu Astor – http://amzn.to/2naFe1H

 

 

Jillian JacobsINSIDER by Jillian Jacobs

Infidelity insider Imina Lesedi is forbidden to share her employer’s secrets—and her own. Only one man understands the delicate nature of working for a company that provides companionship for the elite, but his social and financial status make him unattainable, even though Imina craves a visit to his darkroom.

Award winning photographer Aiden Maxfield views life from behind the camera. A charmer by nature, he relishes the moments he makes the elusive Imina smile—but he would much rather picture the exotic beauty on his rumpled sheets.

When the two are trapped together, the enticement proves too strong to resist. Raw passions are exposed, and their years of denial culminate in an insatiable desire for more.

But not everyone celebrates their newfound bliss. A malicious foe is threatened by Imina’s knowledge of a dark secret from their shared past. When that truth is exposed, Imina and Aiden must fight for their love before it becomes shuttered by lies, deception—and Infidelity.

 

– REVIEW –

 

What happens in an Elevator Doesn’t Always Stay in an Elevator . . .

Imina Lesedi works for Infidelity, an uber-private company that provides discrete, specialized relationship services for the wealthy and powerful of society. Gorgeous, Imina shuns any form of relationship for herself, unable to overcome the scars of a romance gone horrifically bad.

Aiden Maxwell is an award winning photographer employed by Infidelity to capture beauty shots of their clients that the company then uses to aid in pairing up couples. Aiden has seen a lot of beautiful people, but he only has eyes for the reticent Imina. Aiden won’t be deterred by Imina’s seeming indifference to him — he can feel the attraction between Imina and himself. And Aiden makes no bones to Imina regarding his desire to indulge in her tasty bits. When Imina and Aiden find themselves trapped together in a stalled elevator, neither one can deny their appetites and the feasting begins. But can Aiden parlay an hour of mind (and body) blowing sex with Imina into the serious romance he desires?

Insider is author Jillian Jacobs offering in Aleatha Romig’s outstanding Infidelity World series, and it is a most worthy addition to the collection.

Filled with romance, suspense and some absolutely scorching sex scenes, Insider is one of those tasty little novellas that make for the perfect little read. While this story also contains violence and references to brutality, make no mistake, this is erotica, first and foremost.  Aiden eyes Imina like she’s a slab of the most tender baby-back ribs, and he’s not satisfied until every bone is devoid of meat and they both are licking sauce from their fingers.

Both Imina and Aiden are well-written characters, and with the fast-pace author Jacobs sets, Insider is a story that you will read in one sitting.

Well done, Jillian Jacobs!

 

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

*ARC received from author via InkslingerPR in exchange for an honest review.*

Insider Jillian Jacobs http://amzn.to/2naLHtB

 

 


 

START THE BOOK WHERE EVERYTHING BEGINS!!! 

 

BK1 Betrayal E-Book CoverOne week. No future. No past. No more.

Alexandria Collins has one week to live carefree—no ghosts of her past or pressures of her future haunting her. Reinventing herself as “Charli,” she is knocked off her feet by a sexy, mysterious man who brings her pleasure like she never imagined. With her heart at stake, she forgets that decisions made in the dark of night reappear in the bright light of day.

“Some of my tastes are unique. They aren’t for everyone. I understand that.”

Lennox “Nox” Demetri is wealthy, confident, and decisive—he knows what he wants. From the first time he sees Charli at an exclusive resort, he knows he wants her. Although he is usually the one to make the rules, together they agree on one:

One week. No more.

When betrayal comes from those closest to Alexandria, she must decide how far she is willing to go to survive. Choices are not always easy, especially when they involve the heart, body, and soul. After all, Infidelity is a business, and some rules are meant to be broken.

“Is it really cheating if you’re doing it to yourself?”

From New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Aleatha Romig comes a sexy, new dominant hero who knows what he wants, and a strong-willed heroine who has plans of her own. With classic Aleatha Romig twists, turns, deceptions, and devotions, this new epic dark romance will have readers swooning one minute and screaming the next. Have you been Aleatha’d?

BETRAYAL is a full-length novel and the first of five in the INFIDELITY series.

 

AMAZON | AMAZON UK | B&N | iBOOKS |KOBO

 

– ABOUT ALEATHA ROMIG –

aleatharomig1

Aleatha Romig is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author who lives in Indiana. She grew up in Mishawaka, graduated from Indiana University, and is currently living south of Indianapolis. Aleatha has raised three children with her high school sweetheart and husband of nearly thirty years. Before she became a full-time author, she worked days as a dental hygienist and spent her nights writing. Now, when she’s not imagining mind-blowing twists and turns, she likes to spend her time a with her family and friends. Her other pastimes include reading and creating heroes/anti-heroes who haunt your dreams!

Aleatha released her first novel, CONSEQUENCES, in August of 2011. CONSEQUENCES became a bestselling series with five novels and two companions released from 2011 through 2015. The compelling and epic story of Anthony and Claire Rawlings has graced more than half a million e-readers. Aleatha released the first of her series TALES FROM THE DARK SIDE, INSIDIOUS, in the fall of 2014. These stand alone thrillers continue Aleatha’s twisted style with an increase in heat.

In the fall of 2015, Aleatha moved head first into the world of dark romantic suspense with the release of BETRAYAL, the first of her five novel INFIDELITY series that has taken the reading world by storm. She also began her traditional publishing career with Thomas and Mercer. Her books INTO THE LIGHT and AWAY FROM THE DARK were published through this mystery/thriller publisher in 2016.

Aleatha is a “Published Author’s Network” member of the Romance Writers of America and a member of PEN America.  She is represented by Kevan Lyon of Marsal Lyon Literary Agency.

 

NEWSLETTER | WEBSITE | FACEBOOK

AMAZON AUTHOR PAGE | GOODREADS | INSTAGRAM | TWITTER | PINTEREST

InkSlinger Blogger Final

 
 

 

Review and Excerpt: For His Eyes Only by Lexi Blake

FHEO available now

 

 

forhiseyesonly_highresA night he can’t forget

Five years ago, Nick Markovic found himself consumed by his quest for vengeance. The one time he managed to find peace was in the arms of Hayley Dalton. Being with her was like bathing in sunlight, and he ached to feel that again, but he couldn’t. He gave his oath to Hayley’s cousin Desiree, his partner at McKay-Taggart and Knight, that he’d never let his darkness infect Hayley’s innocent world.

A spark she can’t put out

It was years before that Hayley offered everything she had to Nick. After that one amazing night, all she wanted was to be his forever. Unfortunately, Nick’s reaction was to walk away from her and never look back. The warm and caring man she’d discovered was gone, and after Des’s death, he’d only grown colder. But when Hayley finds herself in mortal danger, she’s forced to seek protection from the man who broke her heart.

A flame that threatens to consume them both

Haunted by the women he failed, Nick can’t allow himself to grow close to Hayley again. Running to stay ahead of the powerful forces that endanger their lives, they travel from the lush Garden in London to the glittering lights of Rio. As the threat against her becomes clearer, he realizes that to keep her safe he must confront the demons from his past, even if it costs him a future with the woman he loves.

 

fheo-teaser-1

 

– EXCERPT –

 

Nick went back to staring at the report. “Hayley’s not mine. She was Desiree’s cousin. Now she’s my client.”

Who had been tired the night before and that was why she’d said the things she’d said. This morning she’d seemed much more sensible. After she’d had some sleep and a shower and had straightened herself up, she’d been quiet and seemingly reflective. She was very likely embarrassed by what had been said the night before.

I would get safety from murderers and I would get orgasms. I’m sorry, Nicky, you’re going to tell me how that’s a bad deal for me.

He was going to make sure she understood that his protection wasn’t based on whether or not she slept with him.

Because he wasn’t sleeping with her. He couldn’t hurt her that way again.

“So she was your old lover’s cousin,” Owen mused. “The lover you weren’t exclusive with and who wouldn’t marry you. The pretty girl who looks at you like you’re the sun in the sky is her cousin.”

“She looks at me like she would look at man who can save her.”

“I can save her.” Owen’s eyes lit up, his brows waggling. “Maybe she’ll look at me like that.”

Anger flared through his system. “Don’t you dare. I told you I would take care of her.”

His arms crossed over his big chest and Nick knew he’d been had. “Well, that answers the question with more honesty. You can pretend, but you like the girl. And if you honestly don’t then you need to know that the boys got a good look at her last night. If she’s going to be hanging about, she should be ready for some serious male attention.”

“What are you talking about?”

“The lads talked it over last night and decided there’s no dibs on this one. They all saw her at pretty much the same time. They looked over that dead body and saw her walking in the hall and that was when the fighting started. We all sat down and decided no dibs on her. She’ll get to pick. You should know that Sasha and Jax have decided if she picks either of them, they’re willing to share. I don’t play that way. That’s something I do know about meself. No need for you to be telling me that tale. If there’s going to be some sharing in the bedroom, it’s going to be the traditional kind between a man and a woman and her stacked best friend. That’s what I say.”

“You tell those boys to stay away from her or they will be dealing with me. They will not like to be dealing with me. I will put up with many things from them. They can poke all the corpses they like. They can punch each other. I do not care. They touch Hayley and I will be caring.”

“Wow, now you do sound Russian. A scary Russian. Still, I think if you don’t want the girl, shouldn’t she be allowed to choose? Think about it. It could be fun.”

“Are we talking about the lost boys and their battle for the new chick?” Kayla strode in, her hair in a high ponytail. It bounced as she walked, a testament to her seemingly ever-sunny personality. “I had babysitting duty last night and they kept talking about her even after lights out. Bad boys. I had a plan though. I think we make them compete in a beauty pageant. Hayley gets to judge.”

“I’m judging a beauty pageant?” Hayley followed behind Kay, and both women were followed by Charlotte Taggart and Penelope Knight. It looked like Hayley was rapidly being accepted by the women on his team.

That was not necessarily a good thing. The women on his team could create chaos like no others.

“That sounds like fun,” Charlotte said with a smile. “I think we should require Speedos for the bathing suit competition. No boring board shorts. If Hayley’s picking a lover, she needs to see some booty.”

Hayley stopped, her cheeks going the sweetest color of pink. “Wait. What?”

Penelope put a hand on her arm. “They’re teasing you, dear. Don’t worry about it. The lads will be very polite. Though you should expect some suitors while you’re here. Especially if you come down to the dungeon.”

Now he was the one flushing. “Excuse me?”

Hayley shook her head as she joined him at the table. “It’s nothing. I was just talking to the girls. Did you get the report? Penny said the Dallas office had found something.”

He was all too aware that they weren’t alone. Damon and Ian walked in with Brody Carter and Walter Bennett. The four men settled into chairs as the women joined them. Nick held out a chair for Hayley. He would have to remember that he couldn’t leave her alone for a minute or someone would be whispering in her ear, giving her ideas she shouldn’t have.

Like visiting The Garden on a play night.

It wasn’t happening.

 

FHEO teaser 4

 

– REVIEW –

“Sometimes great things can come from pain and horror, if we let them.”

Ariel to Hayley

For His Eyes Only

Kindle Loc. 1257 of 6250

Lexi Blake’s latest release in her Masters and Mercenaries Series, For His Eyes Only is hands-down my favorite book in this fabulous series. And here’s why:

For His Eyes Only is the story of Nikolai Markovic and Hayley Dalton. But it’s just not a romantic coming together of two people destined for one another — it’s a tale of intrigue and betrayal, of suspense and manipulation, of sex and love — all set within Blake’s splendid McKay-Taggart universe.

Nick is in a bad way — his sister, Katja, was brutally murdered, and his partner, fellow operative and sometime lover, Desiree, has also been killed. Now based in London working for the McKay-Taggart and Knight Security Service, Nick has just about lost his humanity. He hangs on to it by a thread — the thread of a memory of a few hours spent with Desiree’s cousin, Hayley Dalton. It’s been five years since the night he took Hayley’s virginity, and five years since Desiree intervened and convinced Nick that he and Hayley were of different worlds.

Hayley never got over Nick, either. After Desiree’s death, it is Hayley who receives her cousin’s possessions. When her home is mysteriously blown up, Hayley goes on the run, leaving the States, headed for the one person she knows who will protect her — Nick.

Once in London and safely ensconced in The Garden, Hayley is now under the protection of Nick, and Nick is never letting his dushka go. What follows is a heart-stopping race to find the people who want Hayley, dead or alive, and the motivation behind it. I do not exaggerate when I say that moments of this story felt as if they had been written by John le Carré. The weaving of this plot is nothing short of consummate story telling.

An absolutely gripping tale, rife with intrigue, perfumed with romance and urgent sex, For His Eyes Only receives my highest recommendation.

 

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

*ARC provided from the author via Inkslinger in exchange for an honest review.*

 

 

– ABOUT LEXI BLAKE –

 

NY Times and USA Today bestselling author Lexi Blake lives in North Texas with her husband, three kids, and the laziest rescue dog int eh world. She began writing at a young age, concentrating on plays and journalism. It wasn’t until she started writing romance and urban fantasy that she found the stories of her heart. She likes to find humor in the strangest places and believes in happy endings no matter how odd the couple, threesome, or foursome may seem.

 

– CONNECT WITH LEXI –

 

FACEBOOK / TWITTER / WEBSITE / AMAZON AUTHOR PAGE

 

InkSlinger Blogger Final

Release Day! Four Crows by Lily White

four-crows-lily-white-now-live-fb

release-promotion

***

about-the-book

four-crows-cover-social-media-size “You’ll have to forgive me, Darlin’, for all the unforgivable things I’m about to do…”

Loyalty is never easy – especially when you’re forced to choose between family and the man you would do anything to possess…

Born into a world that no child should endure, Magpie “Maggie” Crow is doted on by her loving father and over protective brothers. As much as she loves them, she fears them, especially when she learns secrets they’ve kept hidden.

Elliot McLaughlin joined the U.S. Marine Corps right out of high school to provide for his wife and son. He’d never intended to become a father so young, but was willing to do what it took to give his family everything they needed.

After Elliot’s family goes missing, he returns from war to an empty home. Obsessed with discovering who took his family, he investigates their disappearance and plots his revenge.

Passion brings Maggie and Elliot together. Obsession pushes them apart. As a bitter battle begins between Elliot and the Crows, Maggie’s heart hangs in the balance.

**Disclaimer: This book is intended for audiences 18 years of age or older. The subject matter of this book discusses sensitive topics that may be a trigger for some readers.**

purchase-today

amazonbandnituneskobo

add-to-goodreads

***

teasers

february-28-release-day-1

february-28-release-day-2

***

release-day-giveaway

Head over to the authors facebook page to see what she will be giving away today!

***

about-the-author


Lily White is a dark writer who likes to dabble on the taboo side of eroticism. She is most known for her Masters Series (Her Master’s Courtesan and Her Master’s Teacher), Target This, Hard Roads, and Asylum. She’s co-authored Serial (a four part serial series). When she isn’t writing as Lily White you can find other books by her under M.S. Willis where she has penned the Control Series, the Estate Series, Because of Ellison (contemporary romance), and Standard Romance Story (Romance Comedy). Lily enjoys stretching her writing muscles by continuing to challenge herself with each book she publishes.

In addition to writing, Lily is an avid reader, gummy bear slayer, and a gold medalist in puppy naps.

connect-with-author

amazonwebsitefbtwitteriggoodreadsnewsletter

***

website goldfacebook goldtwitter goldinstagram goldPinterest goldyoutube gold gold label_newsletter

fullsizeoutput_14b1

Sale! Dissident by Cecilia London

{SALE} Dissident, Book 1 in the Bellator Saga by Cecilia London #99Cents #Sale.png

DISSIDENT SALE 2.png

about-the-book-2

dissident-new-cover-final “I will always be with you…”

Rising Democratic star Caroline Gerard hasn’t had an easy year. After losing her husband, she is raising two small children alone while trying to navigate the tricky and sometimes shallow halls on Capitol Hill. A string of nasty speeches has her scrambling to apologize to any number of candidates, including newly elected Republican Jack McIntyre. Falling in love again is the last thing on her mind.

Jack McIntyre might have a reputation as a playboy, but he has his sights set solely on his new colleague. Can he break through Caroline’s grief and capture her heart?

Told mostly in flashback and set against a chilling fascist backdrop, Dissident is a rollercoaster ride of political intrigue, passionate contemporary romance, and undying love.

For readers 18+. Ends in a cliffhanger. The first part in a six book saga.

purchase-today

dissident-sale-ig

amazonamazon-ukamazon-caamazon-au

barnes-and-nobleituneskobosmashwords

***

audio-book-is-live

Dissident Audiobook FB.jpg

amazon

***

about-the-author

BUSINESS CARD FRONTCecilia London is the pen name of a native Illinoisan currently living in San Antonio, Texas. She’s filled several roles over the course of her adult life – licensed attorney, wrangler of small children, and obsessed baseball fan, among others. An extroverted introvert with a serious social media addiction, she is the author of The Bellator Saga, an epic, genre-crossing romance series. You can catch all of her quirky updates on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram, or at her website.

connect-with-the-author

Print

84faf-website481e5-facebook868e4-twitter1a806-instagramgoodreads84c16-amazoned575-newsletter

***

hostedby

website goldfacebook goldtwitter goldinstagram goldPinterest gold

1001 Dark Nights Presents: Dirty Wicked by Shayla Black

dirty-wicked-tour-banner

 

DIRTY WICKED

by

SHAYLA BLACK

11-5-dirtywickedFrom New York Times bestselling author, Shayla Black…

After being framed for a crime he didn’t commit, former private eye Nick Navarro has nothing but revenge on his mind—until a woman from his past returns to beg for his help.

Beautiful widow Sasha Porter has been hunted by his enemies. Desperate, she offers him anything to keep her young daughter safe, even agreeing to become his mistress. The last thing either of them want are emotional entanglements but as they entrap the ruthless politician who arranged Nick’s downfall and passion sizzles between them, danger closes in.

Will he choose love over vengeance before it’s too late?

 

#Kindle  | #AmazonPrint 

 

– EXCERPT –

 

Shock knocked the air from her lungs. “You’d want someone giving you whatever just because you commanded it?”

“The commands are for your psyche, sweetheart. That way, you can tell yourself that you didn’t have a choice, that of course you didn’t like bedding down with a rapist. But honestly, I’m not going to do a damn thing to you until your body is good and wet and ready.”

She digested his words in a panic and shook her head. “That may never happen.”

His jaw tightened. “If I can’t get you hot, I don’t have any business between your legs. If you can’t let go because you’re afraid I’ll hurt you, I’ll persuade your body otherwise. That’s a promise.”

How was she supposed to respond to that? “Um, I’m sure you’re perfectly capable of…arousing a woman. I meant that I may disappoint you if you’re expecting some vixen. I—I’m not very sexual.”

Nick stilled, then a smile quirked up the side of his mouth. “You will be.”

Those words filled her with part dread—and if she was honest—part anticipation. Always, she’d been the good girl. She’d been a virgin on her wedding night, done her best to be a lady, even in the bedroom. Somehow, she didn’t think Nick would appreciate her circumspect nature or accept her lying back and sorting through her mental to-do list during sex.

Then again, what choice did she have? Faking a few moans would be much easier than actually orgasming with a virtual—and very dangerous—stranger.

Sasha thought back to his touch on her breast, the way he’d rocked his hips against her. She’d felt something, far more than she expected. Maybe it would be enough to see her through.

“I—I’ll do my best not to disappoint you,” she murmured finally.

A laugh played across Nick’s wide mouth. “Don’t worry. I plan to be thoroughly satisfied.”

 

– REVIEW –

 

Nick Navarro has every reason to be angry with the world. Newly released from prison after serving fifteen months for a crime he didn’t commit and still reeling from the murder of his childhood friend, Mike Porter, Nick’s first priority is to exact revenge on those who framed him and killed Mike.

Nick, a private investigator by trade, is missing a few pieces to the puzzle as to why he was framed and Mike was killed. Nick knows that there is one person who may be able to answer some questions for him — Mike’s widow, Sasha. Answers are not the only reason Nick needs to find Sasha — Nick’s been in love with Sasha since the moment he laid eyes upon her years ago. Out of love and respect for his friend, Nick kept his feelings to himself as Sasha married Mike and started a family. But Mike is dead, and Sasha and her child are out there, somewhere, and  in danger.

Sasha Porter has been on the run since her husband was murdered. Broke, scared and with a sick child, Sasha turns to Nick Navarro as her final resort. Someone wants Sasha dead, and if Nick can’t help her, she and her daughter, Harper, are doomed.

When Sasha and her child show up at Nick’s, he welcomes them into his home and offers his protection to them both — but there is a price — there is always a price, isn’t there?

A stand alone novella, Shayla Black’s Dirty Wicked is part of the author’s popular Wicked Lovers Series, as well as being the newest offering from the team at 1001 Dark Nights.

Set in Louisiana, Dirty Wicked is filled with longing, lust, suspense and love. The plot moves at rapid pace, and the reader quickly becomes engrossed. You can feel Nick’s conflicted emotions — his love and lust for Sasha, mixed in with grief for his lost friend, all fueled by a rage to right the wrongs committed against them.

Dirty Wicked is a dark tale, but well worth the time. If you’re a fan of the Wicked Lovers Series, this is a must read. If you’re a new reader to Shayla Black, Dirty Wicked is the perfect introduction to this fine author.

 

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️1/2

*ARC received from author and 1001 Dark Nights via InkslingerPR in exchange for an honest review.*

 

 

CLICK ON THE TEASER FOR VIDEO!

dw-teaser-4v3

 

– ABOUT SHAYLA BLACK –

 

ShaylaBlack highres

Shayla Black is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of more than fifty novels. For over fifteen years, she’s written contemporary, erotic, paranormal, and historical romances via traditional, independent, foreign, and audio publishers. Her books have sold millions of copies and been published in a dozen languages.

Raised an only child, Shayla occupied herself with lots of daydreaming, much to the chagrin of her teachers. In college, she found her love for reading and realized that she could have a career publishing the stories spinning in her imagination. Though she graduated with a degree in Marketing/Advertising and embarked on a stint in corporate America to pay the bills, her heart has always been with her characters. She’s thrilled that she’s been living her dream as a full-time author for the past seven years.

Shayla currently lives in North Texas with her wonderfully supportive husband, her teenage daughter, and a very spoiled cat. In her “free” time, she enjoys reality TV, reading, and listening to an eclectic blend of music.

 

– CONNECT WITH SHAYLA –

Facebook | Twitter | Instagram | Website 

 Newsletter | Goodreads | Google + | YouTube | BookBub

InkSlinger Blogger Final

 

Excerpt Reveal: Confessed by Nicola Rendell

 

 

confessed

 

– SYNOPSIS –

 

confessed-1Lucy Burchett is the heiress to a notoriously disastrous family, and she’s left home for good. But when she runs a big, black pickup off the road, totaling it, she finds herself stuck in the middle of nowhere with the driver. He’s got a body to die for and a hair-trigger temper. Vince Russo looks like a felon, but he’s also pretty funny. He’s on the lam from the cops… and a psychopathic, Russian mob boss who wants to put his balls on a barbeque. Literally.

After a night of ill-advised cocktails and bathroom-wrecking sex, Vince just can’t get Lucy off his mind. But he’s got plans to rob her. And Lucy’s life is about to get a little bit criminal too.

But can a bad boy and a good girl really escape from their troubles together? Can they trust each other at all?

In the steady march of disasters that follow them west, they fight and they laugh. They tease and they’re tender. They’re either oil and water, or chocolate and peanut butter.

Except, they can’t run from the real world forever. And there’s a hell of a surprise in store for both of them…

TO THE READER: Confessed is a standalone featuring Lucy, who readers met as the best friend in Professed. Both are stand alones and do not need to be read together. Be advised, things get super dirty in this book. The sex is explicit, and the language is rude. It’s an erotic love story with fury. Other tasters’ notes: Bobby pins. Peculiar motels. Horses. Motorcycles. Aiding and abetting. Great Smoky Mountains. New Mexico.

 

– EXCERPT –

 

ONE

Vince

I’m in a ditch with the front end of my truck wrapped around a pine tree when I see her in my rearview mirror. Construction lights on the highway light her up from behind, like some rock star. The curve of her calves is perfect, pretty little ankles and strappy sandals. I’m such a goddamned sucker for sandals.

Her dress is made of something thin. The wind kicks up, lifting her skirt and showing me her bare thighs. She tries to catch it with her hand, but she can’t stop the breeze, and she gives me the full Marilyn Monroe.

This is not what I need right now.

I force the door open with my shoulder and slide out. My neck hurts like a motherfucker, and the engine is pouring smoke. This was not the plan. I head up the dirt embankment. I can’t take my eyes off of her. The construction lights do me a favor and magnify the line of her breasts on the ground in shadow. I rub my stubble and then crack my neck.

Marilyn. She had nothing on this one. Christ.

The dress, it’s this peach color. Those shoulders are smooth and soft. That sexy blonde hair comes down in waves just past her nipples.

She’s driving a white 2016 BMW X5. Top-of-the-line engine, pain-in-the-ass security system. You can’t steal that one unless you’ve got the key. Believe me. I know.

I was driving a perfectly good Dodge 3500 Cummins turbo diesel Hemi V8. I hotwired it not an hour ago from the back lot of a Walmart fifty miles away, outside Knoxville. I was doing just fine until she came along.

Not what I need. At fucking all.

I walk up the embankment. Behind me, the pickup starts honking all by itself. The BMW, on the other hand, is just a little banged up on the bumper. Unbelievable. German engineering and further proof of the point that life’s a total bitch. That’s why you’ve got to steal what you want.

Now I’m close to her. About ten feet away.

A little bow accentuates her waist. One of her straps is a little bit twisted. Pouty lips. Oh shit. Are those freckles?

Motherfuck it.

“You stopped too fast!” she says, marching right up to me like I don’t outweigh her by a hundred and seventy pounds and I don’t tower over her by at least a foot. Totally fucking fearless. “Haven’t you ever heard of pulsing your brake lights?” She points at me. “Sir?”

Sexy and angry?

For. Fuck’s. Sake.

The last time I did a stint in prison, I had to take a mandatory anger management class because of an incident in the lunch line when a racist SOB started rolling with the slurs, so I turned around, slammed him with a left hook, and knocked three of his teeth into his canned beans. Fucking righteous, I’ll tell you what, but not exactly what the New Jersey Department of Corrections had in mind.

So in that stupid class, they taught us something called “meditative breathing.” I count back from eight on the exhale.

It’s not fucking working.

She’s turning me on and she’s pissing me off all at once. Kryptonite in sandals.

I point to the truck. “Are you kidding me? That’s my fault?” It starts hissing even louder. I take a step closer and let my voice get low and mean. “My money’s on you texting. You’ve got the look. Probably talking to some girlfriend of yours about the latest shade of nail polish.”

Her mouth drops open. That tongue. That mouth.

Awww fuck.

“And yeah, I’m fine,” I say, gripping my neck. “Thanks for asking.”

She looks me up and down like she’s checking for protruding broken bones. Then she puts her hands on her hips—actually puts her hands on her damned hips—and stomps her foot—actually stomps her damned foot. She says all matter of fact, “I can see you’re fine. But the crash wasn’t my fault. I had no chance of avoiding you. At all.”

Jesus Christ, what’s that smell? Peaches?

Nope. She’s got no power over me. If I don’t look straight at her and stay downwind.

“Want me to draw you a diagram? You rear-ended me.” I smack my fist into my palm. “It’s not fucking complicated.”

“There’s no need to be rude!” she says. She steps back, but I’ve got her cornered against the fender of the Beemer. She crosses her arms. I’m pretty sure I don’t audibly groan when her forearms push on her tits from underneath. Fuck, I don’t know. Maybe I do. She sets her teeth and glares. “Okay? It doesn’t do any good to yell at me, sir.”

Actually, I’ve got a feeling it probably would do her some good to get yelled at. She looks like she’s never been properly reamed in her life, and right now I’m just angry enough to be the first one to do it.

Her eyes widen, and her jaw slips forward, snagging her top lip and pulling it in. Her nostrils flare. Then she sucks air through her teeth and stares at me, like she’s thinking of a whole lot of awful things she’d like to say but is too well bred to say them.

I’d like to hear her say them. I’d like to hear that mouth get real dirty.

“I was going to say we should call a tow truck, mister. Do you have a problem with that? Do you want to stand around and argue about it for a while?” She’s pointing at me again. Her finger is about two inches from my chest.

Pretty little hands, and a row of gold bracelets running up her arm. Around her neck, she’s got a tiny gold necklace sitting just perfectly in that deep hollow of her collarbone. I want my tongue there. Right there.

Damn it. I want to push her. I want to piss her off. I want to go a little too fucking far.

Just to see what happens.

I tip forward in my boots so that her finger meets my chest. She doesn’t recoil at all. She just pushes harder. The light from the road behind spills down over her shoulder.

I see the shadow of her sharp collarbone threading its way under those thin straps.

I take stock of this little spitfire nightmare. Look at that fucking waist. But come on, Vince. Man up. Focus, you asshole. “No cops,” I tell her. “Too much fucking paperwork.”

Surprisingly, because she looks a whole hell of a lot like the kind of girl that would call the cops if she thought there was a raccoon in the attic, she nods. “No cops. I agree.” She pulls her phone out of her bag. It’s got one of those rhinestone covers on it. It catches a beam from her headlight and shines disco ball sparkles all over her body. One of them shimmers over her left nipple.

“And I don’t want to go through insurance,” she adds, “if you don’t mind.”

“Fine.” Again, it makes exactly zero difference to me. Not like I have a Geico policy to show her either. Now the little glitter circles are shining on her face. Of course they are.

I think I might be fucked.

While she looks up a tow company, dragging her little index finger over the shattered screen of her phone, I get a chance to really study her as I cool my jets. She’s maybe 22, 23. Blonde, but that’s a dye job. I don’t believe in God, not really, but I’d like to thank Jesus right here and now that she’s not a brunette. If she were, I’d have no fucking chance at all.

From where I’m standing, I can see straight down into her cleavage. Those tits make me feel like I’m on the winning end of a high-speed chase.

Mint-green bra. Ironic, right, because mint green is supposed to be calming—jails are mint green inside, and I should know—but that bra is doing everything except lowering my blood pressure. I can see her skin through the lace edges. Her tan line crosses under them right where I’m staring. I’m supposed to be fuming, and now I’m thinking about one of those nipples in my mouth. I can actually feel myself start to salivate, thinking of how she’d feel between my teeth. Thinking texture and taste. Wondering about how her nipples change shape when they get hard.

I pat my pocket for my Lucky Strikes.

“Hello, we need a tow truck, please,” she says into the phone, looking straight up at me now. She slaps her free hand to her chest. She caught me looking.

I take a step back and pull out my lighter.

She wrinkles her nose as she watches me light up, looking at me like Gross!

But she refocuses on the call, putting her finger in her free ear for zero reason whatsoever. “Location? On the shoulder of Highway…” She twirls around.

Come the fuck on. That ass.

I stare into the flame of my lighter and take a long, long drag.

“I have no idea,” she says. Now she’s looking at me again and shifting the bottom of the phone back towards her cheek. “Do you know where we are? Or do you have a head injury? Stop staring at me.”

I exhale through my nose. “We’re on I-75.” I point at the sign I leveled when she ran me off the road. “Mile marker 43, Peaches.”

She makes a fist of her free hand. I see the tendons tight across her knuckles, and she makes this angry, sexy little gasp. “Right. I’m sure you did hear him.” She waves her hand in front of her face, making a big show of not wanting my smoke anywhere near her.

There’s a pause while the person on the other end is talking. She nods and looks from side to side as she listens. She does this cute little thing with her toes, sort of spreads them out on her sandals and plants them, and then comes up just about half an inch on her heels. Light pink toenail polish. Adorable feet. But then her eyes pop back to mine, and she presses the phone harder into her cheek. “Hang on, are you saying it’ll be tomorrow before you can help?”

I groan into the filter. This shitstorm is becoming epic.

But I play it cool. That’s another thing about being a con. Never show your hand, even if a pretty little thing like this is making your balls ache. “Give me a lift to the nearest motel. I’ll wait there.” I blow upwind intentionally. It goes right to her face.

After a dramatic cough, way too dramatic to be believable, including a totally unnecessary wheeze, she confirms what I said with the tow truck lady, repeating back to me everything she’s hearing in her ear. She’s staring up at me but with a listening stare, not really looking at me. Almost through me. My eyes have adjusted to the dark and headlights so that I can see her irises. They’re this honey brown. Amber, maybe. Gold.

I pull a little tobacco off my tongue. Goddamn it, Vince.

Finally, she hangs up. “There’s a motel about five miles from here. In Unicoi,” she reports back. “I’ll give you a ride. But no smoking in the car.”

I flick my cigarette to the ground. “Yes, ma’am.”

She scurries over and stubs it out with her sandal.

“Thanks, Smokey,” I growl at her.

She glares up at me. Fearless. Like a little Chihuahua coming up against a Rottweiler.

But this Rottweiler, he happens to be a huge fan of Chihuahuas. Especially this one.

“Give me a second,” I say. “Stay here.”

She crosses her arms. “Why?”

I think I actually growl when she pushes that cleavage towards me this time. I cover it with a cough.

“Because I don’t want you getting near the truck.”

She uncrosses her arms. “Your truck isn’t going to blow up. Promise.” She gets on her tiptoes and looks down the embankment. “Not even totaled.”

“And you’d know?”

She looks at her sandals and wiggles her toes. The angry face turns into something a little flirtier. “Possibly. It’s possible I have some experience with this sort of thing.” She comes up on her heels and then goes back down again.

God, what a cutie. I head the thirty feet back to the truck, turning my face from her before I smile too. All that spunk and heat. Shit yes.

I smell oil, and the engine clicks as I open the door. Pulling my duffel from the cab, I kill the dome light. With a T-shirt from my bag, I rub down everything I have touched for prints, including the door handle and the underside of the turn signal—because how many dipshits have been caught because of that rookie mistake?—and then I head back to her with my bag over my arm.

All the way up the embankment, I stare at those honey eyes. She’s just gorgeous. Just the naughty side of sweet. Just the feisty side of nice.

She’s smiling down at me just a little. Still got her arms crossed with one shoulder higher than the other, wrapping her arm around her front side in this sweet way. Just kills me.

She jingles her keys. “Ready?”

I’m about to say, Yeah, but are you ready for me? when the ground shakes, there’s a flash of light, and all hell breaks loose behind me.

***

I’m on top of her in the dirt. The last five seconds took five minutes. As the wave of heat hit the back of my neck and my triceps, I sprang for her through the air, wrapped my arms around her little body to cover her as we landed with a hard thud on the dirt. The gasp of her lungs as my body knocked the wind out of her, the smell of burning fuel. Like a slow-motion sequence from Backdraft.

Now there’s another explosion. I pull her closer and shield her face with my shoulder. I turn to look. The flames are shooting up high with black smoke pouring from the engine. The fire’s spread into the cab and is eating up the seats already. One of the tires blows out, and her body tenses with the explosion. I grasp her tighter, instinctively. But I’m not going to lie. I’m pretty sure I could stay right here forever.

I feel her cheek on mine. I feel her breathing in my ear. I pull my face away.

We’re face to face in the dirt. Her eyes are just inches from mine.

“Are you okay?” I say. I lean closer, and without even knowing what I’m doing, I find I’m sliding my nose right against the soft skin of hers. There’s goddamned clear and present danger everywhere, and what am I doing?

“I’m okay,” she says. “Are you…giving me Eskimo kisses?”

Jesus Christ. “Just checking for injuries.”

I feel her smile against my stubble. “With your nose?”

I nod. “Fuck, you smell good.”

She’s tiny under me. Her little hands are fisting my shirt in panic. Slowly she releases them and flattens her palms on my pecs.

My forearm is under her neck, making a perfect little pillow

“I guess I should cancel that tow,” she says. In the distance, there are the sounds of fire engines. I’ll bet somebody driving past gave them a call.

“Probably so.”

“Thank you for, you know…” She trails off. I inhale deeply, pretending to sniffle. Yeah, she definitely smells like peaches.

I fucking love peaches.

“Thank me for what?” I ask.

It looks like it takes her a second to come back to earth. I fucking get it. I once did some uncut coke that made me feel like this.

“…For covering me? Is that the right way to say it?”

I nod into her cheek. “I think that’s about right.”

“I’m Lucy…” she says, breathless and almost smiling. Then she winces. “But I go by…” She looks up at the stars. I feel her little fingers press into my chest. “Helen. I go by Helen.”

Alright, so I might not be the smartest guy on the planet, but I do know when someone’s trying to use a fake name. Usually, the people I’m around actually get it right on the first try. I roll off her and offer her a hand to help her up. She takes it, and her palm damn near vanishes in mine. “Helen, huh?” I say.

“Right. Helen.” She gives me a slow, sexy blink-and-smile. Killer. A sweet little killer right here, lying through her teeth.

That is what I’m talking about.

She dusts the dirt off of her dress. There’s a patch of it on her arm and I wipe that off for her. Her skin is silky and soft under my fingers. Like maybe she uses baby oil after she showers. Jesus.

“I’m Vince,” I say, but whoa, holy fuck. I’m no better than she is. Vince is actually my name. This girl is turning me into an idiot. She’s fucking up my whole M.O. “I’m gonna call you Lucy if you don’t mind…Helen.”

She grits her teeth. Smiling but freaked out “Really, it would be better if you went with Helen,” she says, and starts fiddling with her necklace, zipping the charm side to side and then running the fine chain along her lip before letting it fall back to her throat. She goes to the driver’s side of the Beemer and gets in.

I get in the passenger’s side. I notice a suitcase in the backseat. I’m putting it together. All by herself. No insurance. No cops. Doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what’s going on here. I slam my door shut. “Sure. Helen.”

The strap of her dress falls down her shoulder as she buckles up. She fires up the engine and then turns to me and smiles.

Yeah. She doesn’t know it yet, but Peaches here, she’s got everything I need.

 

– BUY THE BOOK –

 

Amazon US Amazon UK Amazon CA

Amazon AU Nook Kobo

goodreads-badge-add-plus-d700d4d3e3c0b346066731ac07b7fe47

 

confessed-3

 

– ABOUT THE AUTHOR –

 

NICOLA RENDELL

 

Nicola Rendell writes dirty, funny, erotic romance. She likes a stiff drink and a well-frosted cake. She is at an unnamed Ivy and prefers to remain mostly anonymous for professional reasons. She has a PhD in English and an MFA in Creative Writing from schools that shall not be named here. She loves to cook, sew, and play the piano. She realizes that her hobbies might make her sound like an old lady and she’s totally okay with that. She lives with her husband and her dogs. She is from Taos, New Mexico.

– AUTHOR LINKS –

Twitter   Facebook   Web

Amazon   Goodreads

ardentprose_logomain

 

 

 

Release Day and Excerpt: The Southern Gentleman by Sweden Reese

Take a look at the The Southern Gentleman by Sweden Reese! Check it out and grab your copies of this sexy new series today!

thesoutherngentleman_banner

tsg1_coverfinal_b_560x900

ENTER THE GLAM WORLD OF A CRISIS MANAGEMENT AGENCY SPECIALIZING IN CELEBRITY SCANDAL AND POLITICAL INTRIGUE…

 

The Southern Gentleman: Protective Instinct:

Sex. Politics. Scandal.

When a shadowy group intent on stealing the U.S. presidential election targets a leading candidate’s daughter, jaded professional fixer Nolan Jackson is hired to safely escort her across the country to a star-studded Election Eve event. There’s only one problem: She’s ditched the campaign and disappeared… A southern gentleman who likes fast cars, deadly weapons and total control, Nolan is used to winning at all costs. Except in love. Yet, he’ll soon find himself irresistibly drawn to the candidate’s beautiful, naïve daughter.

Sheltered heiress Lola Randall has always played it safe. Now she’s gone rogue. After escaping the media spotlight and her overbearing parents, the last thing she needs in her life is an alpha male.But when Nolan shows her how good it can feel to relinquish control, she begins to secretly crave his domination. Now, she must choose between her independence and falling in love. Because Nolan is determined to win her heart and nail the bad guys before the opposition finds a way to steal the White House.

Erotic romantic suspense series for mature audiences

PUBLISHER’S NOTE: This is Book 1 in a steamy, suspenseful 2-book story. Book 1 ends in a scandalous cliffhanger, Book 2 delivers the HEA.

 

tsg2_coverfinal_b_560x900

ENTER THE GLAM WORLD OF A CRISIS MANAGEMENT AGENCY SPECIALIZING IN CELEBRITY SCANDAL AND POLITICAL INTRIGUE…(Book 2 of 2)

 

The Southern Gentleman: True Consequences:

 

Putting the “o” in politics.

Smooth-talking Washington insider Nolan Jackson is becoming consumed with possessing Lola Randall, America’s favorite political daughter. Escorting her across the United States gives Dominant Nolan the perfect opportunity to seduce the beautiful heiress into becoming his girlfriend…and his submissive.

Newly independent Lola doesn’t need an alpha male taking over her life. But she is secretly intrigued by Nolan’s domination. Now she must choose between the future she imagined for herself, and the one Nolan is offering. Except that time is running out…

With hired guns at their backs and a shadowy group of billionaires targeting Lola, even jaded Nolan never believed politics could get this dirty. He needs a plan to take down the bad guys and conquer Lola’s heart before criminals find a way to steal the White House. Good thing Nolan always has a plan…

Erotic romantic suspense series for mature audiences

 

PUBLISHER’S NOTE: This is Book 2 in a steamy, suspenseful 2-book story. Book 1 ends in a scandalous cliffhanger, Book 2 delivers the HEA.

thesoutherngentleman_promopricing

 

– BUY THE BOOKS –

AMAZON US – BOOK 1     AMAZON US – BOOK 2

  AMAZON UK – BOOK 1    AMAZON UK – BOOK 2

  AMAZON CA – BOOK 1    AMAZON CA – BOOK 2

i BOOKS – BOOK – 1     iBOOKS – BOOK 2

   KOBO – BOOK 1      KOBO – BOOK 2

 

 

thesoutherngentleman_teaser1

 

– EXCERPT –

 

HIS PROFILE AGAINST the dimly lit sports car window was like an Italian Renaissance sculpture, with a straight nose, square jawline and full, chiseled lips pressed firmly together.

“You’re Secret Service?” Lola asked.

He shook his head and spoke in an amused tone. “Do I look like Secret Service to you?” He had an amazing voice, low and smooth like melted butter, with a southern drawl to match. “I’m a fixer.”

“Which means?”

“Clients hire my agency to arrange various business matters, manage their public image, advise them in a crisis, that sort of thing.”

Lola sniffed. “Things like abducting a legal adult and forcing her to travel against her will?”

He swept her with a look that halted her breathing. In the flashes of illumination from passing streetlights, his chocolate eyes seemed to see straight through her.

“I’m not here to force anything, Miss Randall. I just want to have a little chat…Then you can decide whether to come home with me—which you will because you seem like a smart girl.”

His smug condescension made her blood pressure spike. He was speaking as if she were about twelve years old, not to mention he’d already smacked her bottom like a wayward child. Her cheeks heated at the recollection.

But she couldn’t help staring at his oversized hands, noticing how one dwarfed the vintage leather steering wheel while the other wrapped proprietarily around the wooden gearshift. He wore a beautiful stainless steel Cartier men’s watch that contrasted sexily with the golden tones of his olive skin. She watched the muscles in his forearms shift as he masterfully navigated the city streets.

His hands were notably attractive, with broad palms, long, thick fingers and a sense of coiled power emanating from them. Images flashed through her mind of his hands working her body commandingly in a dozen private places—squeezing her breasts, manhandling her bare bottom, sliding insistently against the sensitive bud between her legs…

Her intake of breath was audible in the silent cabin.

The car rolled to a stop at a red light. He looked down at her, caught her gaze and held it. His tone was low and intimate. “Are you all right, Miss Randall?”

A frisson of excitement passed through her core. “I’m fine,” she said faintly.

 

thesoutherngentleman_teaser3

 

– ABOUT THE AUTHOR –

 

SWEDEN REESE

 
swedenreese_photoSWEDEN REESE writes sexy books for smart readers from her home in Washington, DC.
Before becoming a novelist, she was a public relations executive, an experience that inspires the stories she writes. She lives in the US capital with her mad genius/reformed bad boy/foreign born husband and their thinker/dreamer/adventurer/sweet toddler girl. Reese’s debut novels, The Southern Gentleman Books 1 & 2, kick off the Dominant Heroes Collection, a sexy, glam new romantic suspense series.

 

GET SEXY WITH SWEDEN…

Author Website: http://sexylovebooks.com

Goodreads: http://bit.ly/SwedenReeseGoodreads

CLICK ON THE RAFFLECOPTER ‘CHOPPER FOR A GIVEAWAY

 

IMG_5076

 

 

thesoutherngentleman_teaser2

 

 

InkSlinger Blogger Final

Release Day: Confessed by Nicola Rendell

confessed-release-day

confessed

 

– SYNOPSIS –

 

confessed-1Lucy Burchett is the heiress to a notoriously disastrous family, and she’s left home for good. But when she runs a big, black pickup off the road, totaling it, she finds herself stuck in the middle of nowhere with the driver. He’s got a body to die for and a hair-trigger temper. Vince Russo looks like a felon, but he’s also pretty funny. He’s on the lam from the cops… and a psychopathic, Russian mob boss who wants to put his balls on a barbeque. Literally.

After a night of ill-advised cocktails and bathroom-wrecking sex, Vince just can’t get Lucy off his mind. But he’s got plans to rob her. And Lucy’s life is about to get a little bit criminal too.

But can a bad boy and a good girl really escape from their troubles together? Can they trust each other at all?

In the steady march of disasters that follow them west, they fight and they laugh. They tease and they’re tender. They’re either oil and water, or chocolate and peanut butter.

Except, they can’t run from the real world forever. And there’s a hell of a surprise in store for both of them…

TO THE READER: Confessed is a standalone featuring Lucy, who readers met as the best friend in Professed. Both are stand alones and do not need to be read together. Be advised, things get super dirty in this book. The sex is explicit, and the language is rude. It’s an erotic love story with fury. Other tasters’ notes: Bobby pins. Peculiar motels. Horses. Motorcycles. Aiding and abetting. Great Smoky Mountains. New Mexico.

 

– BUY THE BOOK –

 

Amazon US Amazon UK Amazon CA

Amazon AU Nook Kobo

goodreads-badge-add-plus-d700d4d3e3c0b346066731ac07b7fe47

 

confessed-3

 

– ABOUT THE AUTHOR –

 

NICOLA RENDELL

 

Nicola Rendell writes dirty, funny, erotic romance. She likes a stiff drink and a well-frosted cake. She is at an unnamed Ivy and prefers to remain mostly anonymous for professional reasons. She has a PhD in English and an MFA in Creative Writing from schools that shall not be named here. She loves to cook, sew, and play the piano. She realizes that her hobbies might make her sound like an old lady and she’s totally okay with that. She lives with her husband and her dogs. She is from Taos, New Mexico.

– AUTHOR LINKS –

Twitter   Facebook   Web

Amazon   Goodreads

ardentprose_logomain

 

%d bloggers like this: